DAILY SNACK
We were all folded limbs,
Cuddling up as best we could on the toilet,
So we could have our bedtime story straight out of the bath,
And not wake his sister.
“I could not, would not on a boat,” I read,
And pointed at all the words.
Then it was his turn.
His little four-year-old finger tapped at each word while he repeated line after line.
After line, after line.
Sometimes his finger would skip a word and then he’d need to start over,
When the words didn’t match up.
It took forever.
He wasn’t really reading, of course.
But almost.